[Godfather Pt III]
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god damn, nigga left bleeding with his head in his hands
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wishing that he never crossed fam
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and but still niggas like that get left slain
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found days later on the ave in a can
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we used to dance all night my main man
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we used to give each other pounds wit da webs of our hands
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its a click thing, yall niggas wouldnt understand
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we used to get off loose cracks and bag grams
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hold each other down, duckin the blue van
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the d's on the roof, plus the 6-Y cab
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who'd ever thought u was a snake in the grass
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one of my stash whip and keys to my lab
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you wanted me shot dead, some things you can't have
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I pulled out the 8, when you almost got stabbed
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we followed the same path, cryed and shared laughs
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now I can't wait, for the day to see your bloodbath
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plug dat, fill you up wit slugs rat take that...
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[chorus]
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they never think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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they don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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they never think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit them
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[Prodigy]
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I'm in a benz for stealth, thinkin on plans
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stopped at a red light, the birds like damn
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I saw one whisper to the other, thats him
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that MOB nigga I think he platinum
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pulled to the next corner hopped out and asked them
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if they knew directions to rhode island
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we was in East New York, they thought I was wildin
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its a click thing they wouldnt understand
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meanwhile I looks to my left and see some niggas frownin
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as if they was go flip now peep this
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I'm writin shorties math on the trunk of the Six
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the bitch wanna blow dick cause its deep dish
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these niggas wanna twist me because of my necklace
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I'm calm though you know I got the stash in the whip
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I clap though, these niggas better blast very quick
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they coming towards me, I sat in the passenger seat
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reached underneath, grabbed the big Fifth
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acting like I'm not knowing whats happenin
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I'm still havin conversation with these hens
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I'm bout to have a confratation with these mens
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I know I'm going home wit my chain and my head
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yall wont dead me, I sleep in my own bed (pop pop pop pop pop)
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[chorus]
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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they don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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they never think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit the fan
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niggas don't think shit stank, till shit hit them
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Shit Hits The Fan
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Mobb Deep |